Spanking Agency 5: The Tale of Molly Malone.

Wally the window cleaner strode down the High Street whistling cheerfully, doffing his tartan cap and waving hello's to all those who knew him - and that was just about everyone in these parts as he continued on his weekly round with his ladder perched on his shoulder and bucket in hand sloshing water.

Stopping at his next customer, he propped the ladder against the wall, hoisted up the extension and wobbled unsteadily up the aluminium frame until he reached the double set of windows separated by a sign that simply read "The S. Agency". Pulling two rags from the back pocket of his faded boiler suit, he dipped one in the soapy water and began to scrub the grime and bird poo from the pane and with the other to buff and shine it until the glass gleamed in the mid-morning sun.

At the sound of the click Wally turned to his right to find that rather nice blonde lady whatshername leaning out of the other window waving at him.

"Cooooooeeeeeee Wally, you're back sharp again aren't you ?" she chirped, leaning out further forward which made her rather voluptuous figure bulge out alarmingly causing him to grip the ladder harder.

"Sharp sharp ?" he tutted,"...its been nearly a week since these were last done pet, look it the state of them, I'm surprised you can see through the buggers." he laughed as he carefully stepped back down and moved the ladder until it rested just under the sill where the young lady was watching him. As he climbed up, to his discomfort he found his red nose surfacing between the valley of her splendid bosom where he paused for a split second to admire the view. Reluctantly raising his gaze, he found her looking down at him with a slight smile and a naughty pout that made her blue eyes twinkle with amusement.

Climbing another step, blushing, he raised his cap revealing a totally bald head that glinted in the sunlight, "Oh, hmmmm turned out nice again hasn't it ?" he mumbled, trying hard not to let his gaze droop down in temptation.

"Ooooo Wally, you saucy devil." she giggled, slapping his arm and making her boobs jiggle alarmingly.

"Heh..heh...heh." he laughed, enjoying the back and forth banter as he went all tongue tied and bashful.Good God, he was old enough to be her Grandad.

It was then a figure appeared behind the blonde lady. "Hello Wally, that time again?" she asked with a dazzling smile that made his Adams apple bob up and down like a yo-yo.

Mindful of his manners, Wally doffed his cap again, this time keeping it off as he slicked back an imaginary quiff, "Oh hello Miss Malone, yup afraid so. Can't let such lovely ladies as yourselves sit behind a mucky window now can we ?"

Chuckling, Molly shook her head. "No, no we can't can we Dolly ?"

"No Miss Malone," chirped the blonde girl who was idly sucking the end of her pen."First impressions matter don't they ?"

"Yes, yes they do Dolly. Oh, there's the phone, now you go and answer it and then get back to doing whatever it was you were doing and I'll take care of Wally. Go on shoo." urged her Boss.

"Okey-dokey Miss Malone." sighed Dolly, quickly bending forward to peck Wally on his weatherworn cheek, "....see ya Wal." she winked, before disappearing into the reception room.

Crossing her arms over her white bloused chest which to his mind hid an impressive bust, Molly tutted and frowned smilingly at the window cleaner, "Oh, so its Wal now is it ?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"Hey...hey, don't look at me. I can't help it if its my animal magnetism." he replied, throwing his arms wide and nearly toppling off the ladder.

"Animal magnetism my arse !!" laughed Molly and waggling her finger in his beaming face. Taking a quick look around, the owner of the Spanking Agency leaned forward and whispered in the window cleaners ear.

"Do you want me to pay my bill the same way as last time....Walter ?"

*

Wheezing like a farting walrus, Wally flopped back against the pillow sweating and gasping great lungfuls of air as he tried to control the pounding of his fifty year old heart.

"F..fe...fer....flippin' nora, whoohoo holy smokes, oh bloody hell that's it I'm knackered. Totally f..fer..fer shagged," he whistled as he fanned his face with the sweat glistening on his bald pate. "Christ Molly you don't half know how to make a fella happy. Phhhhhhhhewww !!" he gasped as he reached over to wipe a stray strand of hair from his lovers brow.

"Hmmmmmm, my pleasure Wal. Its good to see you've still got some lead left in that oversized pencil of yours !!" she laughed, staring down at his rather impressive wilting tool that flopped comically this way and that as his climax subsided. Reaching down, she gently grasped it, giving it a wiggle as she eased the damp foreskin back and forth over his mushroom head.

"God Wal, where on earth did you get this thing ? " she mused as she slithered down the bed to be face to face with the outsized dick," I remember the first time I pulled it out, I nearly wet myself with bloody fright !!"

Wally just grunted,"Uhhhhhhhhh huh beats me. Maybe since him upstairs made me so bloody ugly he thought he'd make up fer it somewhere else and who am I to complain ?" he muttered with a smile as the younger woman stuck out her tongue and gently licked him clean.

Reaching up to scratch his nose, Wally let his eyes wander over the naked woman lying next to him admiring the soft sheen of sweat that glistened in the soft light. As ever, he found his lusty gaze settling on her outstanding arse that was wriggling to and fro as she nibbled on his lollipop.

"So how's business Molly ?" he asked absentmindedly as she sucked on his foreskin stretching it like an elastic-band.

"Hm hmm, could be better, could be worse I guess." she sighed, looking up at him as she licked her lips.

"Oh problems ?" he asked.

Molly propped her chin in her hands as she crossed her ankles and scissored her legs back and forth in thought.

"Oh no, well not really Wally. To be honest, we're snowed under with work its just that all the girls are rushed off their feet trying to keep up !!" she laughed.

"More like swept off their feet and bent over someone's knee fer a thorough walloping by the sounds of it !!" he chuckled in reply, his amusment hieghtened by what had happened before they'd hit the sack for some sweaty and heated rumpy-pumpy. His gaze fell onto her backside which still glowed bright crimson from the spanking he had given her not so long ago downstairs.

Molly glanced up and noticed where he was looking, she reached over and pinched the end of his willy.

"Ow..hey what was that for ?" he jumped.

"Leering at my sore arse you dirty beggar !!" she laughed as she twisted around and looked at it over her shoulder.

"Still sore ?" he asked.

"Hmmmm, very. You sure know how to give a lady a bloody good walloping if I do say so meself." she replied, running a red pointed finger up his inner thigh causing him to draw a deep breath as her nail gazed his nuts.

"Well, you asked for it remember ? "God I really feel like a bloody good hiding " - those were your exact words when you walked in through my front door and who am I to turn down such a request from so bonny a lass hmmmm? " he smiled, enjoying watching the flash of colour in her cheeks.

"Oh well, so I did...." she mumbled shyly before they both broke out into a fit of the giggles.

"Why ?" he asked suddenly.

"Why what ?" she replied blankly as she rubbed her black stockinged thighs together.

"Why all this, the interest in spanking, the Agency ?"

"Oh well, er you know, anyway what's all this ? Twenty questions ?" she laughed watching as he sat back against the headboard and plumped up a pillow.

"No, just curious thats all Molly. To be honest even though we've been seeing each other on and off for the past couple of months now I've always wondered well, why ?"

Looking at him in silence Molly frowned for a second then sighed and eased up to sit beside him with a still sore bummed pout.

"Oohh...stiiiiiings."

*

Drawing up her legs, Molly rested her chin on her knees deep in thought as she considered his questions.

"Well, as far as my interest in spanking goes I can remember the exact time, place and reason I got into it in the first place. Let me see now. Yep, I had just turned fifteen and I was on a date with a boy called Jeremey Gump..." she began.

"Gump ?" laughed Wally.

Molly slapped his arm.

"Yes Gump, I know..besides at fifteen I thought he was cute. Anyway, we were around at his house and his mam and dad were out at the bingo so we were just fooling around, you know doctors and nurses that kind of stuff on the settee in the living room when it was my turn to show him my er...you know."

"I do know." smiled Wally with a wink.

"Ooo saucy, sssssh you or I wont tell you. So shaking like a leaf I stood up, bent forward, reached under my short skirt and yanked me knickers down to my shoes and stood up again holding my skirt under my chin to let him have a look. Well, I couldn't look him in the eyes so I stared out of the window. After a while he asked me to turn around. So I did and let him stare at my bum instead." said Molly, remembering back," After about a minute he asked if he could touch it, have a feel of my bottom...."

"Really ?" asked Wally, interested,"What happened next ?"

Blushing Molly made a face.

"Well I wasn't sure at first if I should let him cop a feel, I mean I hadn't well you know done it yet. Come to think of it I hadn't even been bare arsed in front of a boy before then !! But I guess I had a crush on him and I thought it would be alright if all he wanted to do was have a bit of a squeeze. So I let him. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he touched me that first time, my heart was thumping and I was breathing hard as he poked and pinched me. To my surprise I quite enjoyed it after a while so much so that I even bent forward so that he could do it more."

"So what happened next ?" asked Wally.

"I remember I had my eyes closed enjoying the new sensations when he asked me to lie over his lap." she whispered turning a fetching shade of pink.

"Wow."

"Hmmmm, thats what I thought at the time. But I was that far gone I'd of done anything short of you know what. So in a dream I turned and watched as he sat back and patted his lap and sed "Over". Now the last thing on my mind Wal was spanking but as I laid down something happened inside of me, something changed at that moment and I felt absolutely wonderful even though I didn't know why. So anyway, he started to play with my bum again fer a bit adn I was just lying there, eyes closed with a great big smile on my face thinking I could stay here forever when he came right out with it and asked me...."

"Asked you ?"

"If he could spank me..." sighed Molly softly, her eyes closing at the delicious, innocent memory from her childhood.

*

Wally sat back down beside Molly and handed her the glass of water.

"Thats such a lovely memory Molly. What were you thinking as he spanked you that first time ?" he asked.

Taking a sip, Molly turned to him.

"I'm not exactly sure, I know I was shocked when he asked, scared even and that I should of got to my feet, pulled my knickers up and gone home but..hmmmm, the only way I can put this is that something stopped me. Something, a voice, a feeling, an urge, a naughty thrill, call it what you will. I just know that at that moment I wanted to be spanked." she shrugged feeling slightly awkward and shy.

"And he did ?"

"Yes he did." said Molly nodding her head, "He said he had always wanted to do this, to spank a girl and that as this was both our first time he was only going to give me six. Which he did, three on each cheek."

"How did you feel ?"

"Before scared, afterwards wonderful. Even though looking back he didn't slap me very hard I knew that from that day on I would always want to be spanked. After he had finished I jumped up, pulled my knickers up and ran home up to my bedroom so I could have a bit of a er...play with myself in private because I was boiling inside. Boy was that a toe curler !! Anyway, so thats how I found out I liked a sore bottom."

"Did you let him spank you again ?" asked Wally.

"You kidding ? Of course !! I was addicted to it, in fact whenever we were alone in his house or mine I'd end up over his knee or over the back of a chair, panties off as he smacked my bum hard."

"Hard ?"

"Hmmmm, the more he did it, the more used to it I got and the harder I wanted it I guess. I bet he couldn't believe his luck !! I remember once I even asked him to use my Grandad's leather slipper on me for a change, he did and all !! He gave me twelve really hard swats that had me squealing and jumping as I tried to stay still with my bum in the air as I laid over the arm of my dad's chair. God, my backside was on fire for days after that. I had a helluva time sitting down round the table for dinner that day so much so that my mam thought I was coming down with something and threatened to take me to see the Doctor !!" laughed Molly, shaking her head.

Wally reached over with his right hand and cupped her left tit and gently tweaked her rigid nipple making her "hmm" and wiggle her toes.

"Can't say I blame him. You do have a fantastic arse Miss Malone." he grinned.

"Why thank you kind Sir, its nice to know you get as much pleasure from it as I do." she said before bending across to peck him on his cheek.

"So how'd the Agency come about ?" he asked.

"Ah....now there's a story." she replied.

*

"Stick your fucking arse right up in the air or I'll wallop you so hard you'll think the bugger was twice its size !!. Come on, you can do better than that girl, straighten those legs..."

Twenty three year old Ms Molly Malone took a deep breath, grunting as she leant further over the black leather chair with her shiny black shoes just about still able to tap and touch the floor.

"But I AM Stan !!" she cried out as she felt him standing behind her trying to pull down the zipper on her tight black pencil skirt. Typical...absolutely typical, Men !! No sense of the moment, too impatient and all rush, rush, rush and she'd only met him last Saturday !!

Why oh why did she reply to that flippin' advert and, more to the point, what on earth had possessed her to buy that bloody magazine !! It had been a bright, sunny day and she'd been out to the local high street doing her weekly shopping when she had popped into the newsagents for a paper. As she had stood idly flicking through the Womans Weekly, her eyes had innocently glanced up to the top shelf where all those "naughty" mens magazines were kept and her gaze had fallen on a particular one that made her heart stop.

Making sure there was no other customers in the shop, she had taken her courage in hand and bought the dammed thing mumbling and blushing as she did so as the elderly shoplady peered at her over the rim of her Dame Edna frames with a bemused smile.

She couldn't get out of the place fast enough.

And so here she stood, or in this case, bent, all because of page 38, in the Contacts section and a certain advert from a "6ft 2" good looking dominant male, 27, home owner, own transport, good job with prospects looking for a sub female 21 - 35 who likes to be chastised in various ways..."

Who had, as she subsequently found out during an arranged meeting in the Red Bull turned out to be a Mr Stanley Butler, a 5ft 6" mobile chip shop/van owner wearing amongst other things crocodile shoes (fake), a cream suit - with flares, yellow flowered Hawai shirt - top three buttons undone to reveal an Ibiza medallion and worst of all a shock of shaggy ginger hair.

Oh, and if he was 27 then she was a monkeys uncle.

Though his assets were undoubtedly somewhat exaggerated one thing he did have going for him, apart from a certain dry wit was his "Dom looking for Sub" and thats what kept her interested for she had gone through several relationships unfulfilled in that particular "red-bummed required and needed" area. So this Mr Butler, who looked like a lukewarm Engelbert Humperdink just might fit the bill...for a short while anyway. So long as he understood she was only in it for the thrill so to speak.

And so after much small talk, booze and pretzels she had agreed to visit him in his "pad" - a one bedroomed flat above his " S Butler - Best Chip Butties this side north of the Watford Gap"

*

"Christ Molly, how the hell did you get into these ?" growled Stan, stepping back and scratching his head,"I can't get the buggers down, here stand up and you do it ok." Helping her to her feet he watched as Molly twisted too and fro and with a wiggle slithered her tight skirt slinkily to her feet and stepped carefully out of it to leave him licking his lips as she stood there long legged in black stockings and suspenders sporting a snug fit pair of Marks and Spencers panties as the last line of defense.

"You like ?" she asked, enjoying the way his freckled face turned a funny colour as he eyed her obvious charms.

"I like, get back over Molly before I make an idiot of meself. Hurry." he urged, steam coming out of his ears.

"Oh, do you want me to pull my panties down ?" she asked, pausing.

"Fuck no, thats half the fun I'll do that, oh and er, if its ok with you the blouse can take a journey as well...." he wheezed, sticking his hand in his pocket to rearrange his number 0ne.

"Oh right, I forgot, a man thing silly me." she replied as she reached up to undo the buttons of her white top. Blushing, she shook it off and dropped it into the seat of the chair then as before she rearranged hreself so that her hips rested on the crown of the chairback.

"How, what....er you know. " she asked as it suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea what he was going to do to her.

"Er, hmmm well, I was kinda hoping, thinking, that hmmm you were going to tell me what to do. What you want I mean Molly."

There was a long silent pause...

"Wait a minute, you mean..." muttered Molly, more than slightly surprised as the blood rushed to her upside-down head,"..you mean YOU HAVEN'T DONE THIS BEFORE ?"

"Er well, actually....No. You're the only one who replied to my advert." he explained embarassed as he stared at her jiggling buns.

"Oh my God, here's me thinking you were a bloody expert Stan," Molly gasped, starting to laugh at ther absurdity of her situation," I mean, geez I just took it for granted that you'd you know....done it before !!"

"Hey..sorry. Maybe we should just call it a night."

Molly scrambled to her feet, shaking her head and pointing a finger at him.

"Oh no you don't Stanley Butler, don't you dare chicken out on me now. I need this ok ? I mean I REALLY need this understand ?" she warned him.

Stan blinked and nodded his head dumbly.

"Sure, ok....I just didn't want you to think I was some red-necked spanking virgin or something. To be honest I put the advert in more inhope than expectation."

Sighing, Molly walked up to him and kissed him affectionately on his left cheek.

"Well bucko, looks like you just hit the jackpot."

*

Afterwards....

Lying back on the sofa, Molly took a deep drag on her cigarette and laughed.

"Whats so funny ?" asked Stan as he poured them both a cup of tea.

"Oh nothing, just funny how things turn out isn't it ?" she grinned, waving her hand.

"I'll say. Did you enjoy it ? Did I do it ok ?" he asked as he came around the coffee table to sit beside her as she fastened the last button on her blouse.

"Uh huh," she smiled, feeling herself blush at the sore memory," Just the way I've always wanted. As far as I'm concerned nothing beats a bloody good bare arsed spanking laid on hard. Sends shivers too me toes it does."

"Thats great, I'm glad," he breathed with relief,"and I loved giving you a spanking too. In fact it was soooooo much better than I thought it would be in my dreams. To be honest I thought it would always be just that."

"What ?"

"You know, a fantasy. Never thought I'd meet anyone with the same interests as me especially not a woman. I reckon there must be a lot of lonely blokes out there wishing they could do what I've just done..." he mused.

"Spanking ?" she wondered.

"Sure, I mean, if you think about it there must be loads of blokes into it, there were a few adverts the same as mine listed in that contact mag wasn't there ?"

Molly nodded pondering his question.

"Guess so."

Taking a sip from his teacup Stan sat back and rested his slippers on the coffee table, Molly smiled as she remembered the swift and thorough six her had delivered to her well spanked sit-upon.

"You know, its a pity there isn't some place you could go to do it. Kinda like an Agency where you know they're into it to and could ask for anything you fancied." he said suddenly.

"Agency ?"

"Yeah, say someone was into spanking women or whatever and instead of chancing his arm with a prostitue or something all he had to do was call a number and someone would come around for him to spank, that would be so great. Hell, I'd even pay for it."

Through the cigarette smoke Molly stared at his eager face and somewhere a light came on.

"An Agency huh ?" she whispered," A spanking Agency, hmmmmm"

*

"And thats where it started ?" laughed Wally.

Molly nodded.

"Yup. Though I was still working as a secretary it was always in the back of my mind. Anyway, a few years passed and I came into some money and I thought if not now..never. So I did and voila here we are." she replied proudly.

"Unbelievable Molly Malone...." he said in admiration as she jumped off the bed and walked to the window knowing that his gaze was on her still red and throbbing buttocks.

Turning, she walked to where he had thrown his clothes. Making eyes at him and licking her lips seductively, suggestively she picked up his pants and began to fumble with something.

"I've been such a bad, bad girl Walter telling you all my secrets, " she whispered, glancing at him through a mass of auburn hair, "Naughty Molly Malone thinks she needs a taste of this to make her be a good girl again......"

Wally laughed as she lashed the belt through the air with a resounding crack.

"Definitely my girl, get your fat bum over that chair right now !!"

*

Dolly looked up as her boss entered the office as she sat at her desk answering the phone and taking appointments for the Agency girls.

"Hello Dolly. Been busy ?" asked Molly as she slipped off her red coat and hung it on the coatstand.

"Hm hmmm Ms Malone. Thats six more booked for this week," explained the blonde secretary," Looks like Bella is going to be busy again."

Molly laughed as she picked up the appointment book for a look.

"Oh dear, yes she is. My, my, you'd better order an extra batch of cold cream Dolly !!" she agreed with a knowing smile. Bella was always one of her clients most popular girls. Just as she was about to go into her office Dolly gasped and squeaked.

"Oh, nearly forgot Ms Malone, the window cleaner was here earlier while you were out placing next months advert. I could of sworn he was only here last week," she chirped,"Anyway, I was going to pay him for doing the windows but he said you'd take care of it later..."

Blushing despite herself Molly flapped her hand dismissively through the air.

"Oh that, don't worry about that Dolly, " she replied with her eyes twinkling with secret amusement, "I'll make sure Walter gets well paid."

Clicking the door closed, she leant back against it, reaching behind herself to cup her backside giving it a quick squeeze as she closed her eyes and shivered.

"And I'm sure he wouldn't have it any other way...."

*

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